Even the prostitutes who were originally entertaining the young heroes stopped their sweet voices and stared at the place not far from the door.
There was a young man in a white Confucian robe walking slowly towards them. He had long eyebrows like willows, cold eyes like stars, and skin as white and delicate as jade porcelain. When the sunlight shone on his high nose bridge, not a single flaw could be seen.
The boy was not tall, but had a slender and beautiful figure. Although he still looked young and weak, his cold eyes gave people a chilling and oppressive feeling like frost and snow.
Everyone who saw the young man could not help but feel amazed. Although the sun was shining brightly, looking at him it was as if they were looking at white snow, ethereal, beautiful, and bright.
The man standing closest to the young man couldn’t help swallowing his saliva and muttered absentmindedly: “Whose little boy is this? How come he is so... so...” So charming!
Even he, who obviously only liked delicate girls, seemed to be bewitched by him and wished he could rush over to her and kiss her in broad daylight.
However, just as he took two steps forward and wanted to touch the boy's fair and tender face, he suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, and he flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
The young man swept his cold eyes over the people present and slowly asked, "Is this Changlefang **?"
This stunning young man was naturally He Xi, who was dressed as a man.
She was afraid that people would recognize Nalan Hexi, and she also felt that women's clothes would be in the way, so she used her superb makeup skills to disguise herself.
In the eyes of the world at this time, apart from her thin and short stature, she looked no different from a 15 or 16-year-old boy. Even a doctor might not be able to recognize her by taking her pulse.
But she didn't expect that even though she was already a man, Nalan Hexi's stunning appearance would still attract so many people to watch.
However, if you want to covet He Xi, you have to consider your own abilities!
After getting a positive answer, He Xi ignored the crowd and walked quickly into the noisy room.
As expected, Zhang Dezhong was lying on a gambling table, shouting with his face flushed and his voice hoarse.
"I don't believe I can't win this time!!" He slammed the chips on the gambling table, "I'm still betting on small this time. Six big numbers have appeared. I don't believe this one is still big. Hurry up and open it!"
The gambling house waiter who was shaking the dice exchanged glances and a cunning smile flashed across his eyes.
He Xi's heart moved, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: It seems that Zhang Dezhong was cheated without knowing it.
Sure enough, when the dice was turned over, it showed that the number was still small.
Zhang Dezhong was so angry that he punched the table hard and shouted, "Damn it! Why am I so unlucky today! Why don't you give me another hundred chips!"
The gambling house's servant had a look of disdain on his face and sneered, "Manager Zhang, you already owe the gambling house one thousand yuan. If you continue to owe more, can you pay it back?"
"What did you say?!" Zhang Dezhong rushed over and grabbed the boy's clothes, saying sternly, "Do you know who I am? I have plenty of Yuanjing now, don't look down on me... Ouch!"
Before he could finish his words, he was kicked out.
Then, fists and kicks rained down on him mercilessly. (To be continued)